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Sins of Kings and Men Part 2 (An Original Story)
Anthony Lockhart laid on his bed, letting his mind race. He hadn't been able to think like this since he and his little rebellion escaped from Sullivan’s underground tunnels. He honestly didn’t expect it to be that easy. To rebel and break away. Apparently, all it took was a voice. A loud and obnoxious voice. Like Anthony’s. It wasn’t much yet but, the only place to go from there was up.
Truthfully, he didn’t know how he was still alive. One of the more ‘aggressive’ officers was after his head in particular. Quite literally. Your head is going to look great on my mantle. He shuddered at the thought.
That ‘officer’ probably was nothing more than an over-privileged prince who had only heard of him in slanderous propaganda, making Anthony look like a fool. ‘King of the Pandas’, the press decided to call him, slur for militants who retired early because they didn’t want to participate in the public tortures and
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Literature
Sins of Men and Kings Part 1 (An Original Story)
     Men laughing, drinking, hugging one another in a local pub, shouting “Freedom from Sullivan!” and “Long live, King Anthony!” One of the men stood on a table in a cheap cloth as a robe, mocking the king. Others were taking gambles they knew they'd regret. It was a night of freedom few would remember. If only they knew what was to become of them in the next months…
     Levi Galloway was dragged into the colosseum, fighting their grip with everything he had. He shoved, he spat, but, in the eyes of the Knox guards pulling him along, this blonde-haired, blue eyed Lockhart was nothing more than a nuisance. Even though his height rivaled that of their leader’s, he was nothing but a peasant; a weakling. If Levi had half the strength of their king, he could’ve shaken off their grasp with ease.
     “What do you think you’re doing?” the Lockhart spat, “I didn't do anything
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Literature
I'm Different
     I don't know how I got into this. Well, I mean, I know how I got into this, it just felt too instant to track. One day, I'm a focused academic working towards this logical path; go to college, get a neurology major. Next, I'm neck deep in writing and acting.
     It wouldn't be all that bad if I didn't feel different. Not changed, everyone changes in their ‘teenage years’. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like I become somebody else.
     A little background: I'm a writer. A writer who uses acting to help me portray character in a certain way. If I can describe what I'm doing and how I'm doing it, in my head with some acting, I can write vividly.
     When I'm not writing, one way I exercise this is listening to Creepypastas in front of a mirror (Yes, I don't read creepypastas, I listen to them. Deal with it). But, I don't only listen to them, I mouth them, to the best of my ability, and try to act
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Epilogue
     The computer screen flashed the results of the murderer winning again. With his siblings whining in the background, Venturian turned to the camera, “That, is all for this time. If you enjoyed this video of us bringing back the game of Muuuurder and me dominating the game like in old times, leave a like, leave a comment, and we’ll see you, next time.” He gave his classic salute and ended the recording.
     “Man! That was fun!” Issac cheered.
     “Yeah,” Cierra agreed, “No wonder our fans wanted this back.”
     “It's like nothing changed.” HomelessGoomba smiled, “Including Bethany’s ability to die first.”
     “Hey!” The ginger snapped, “I'm just out of practice.”
     “Sure you are.” Jordan laughs, “Anyways, let’s go to the kitchen. I'm getting kinda hungry.
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 13
     Papa and Billy Acachalla had been hitchhiking across the state, getting kicked out of the cars they had gotten rides from. Whether it was out of annoyance or fear, neither of them could tell.
     At the moment, they had no time to think about their creator’s troubles. “Papa,” Billy complained, “I’m bored.”
     “Then make yourself unbored.” Papa told his son.
     “How am I supposed to do that?” he whined.
     “I don’t know!” the Kentucky man snapped, “Maybe there’s something inside the menu you can entertain yourself with. Maybe a mod or somthin’. Just quit botherin’ me.”
     With Annabelle in hand, Papa and Billy continued on their way. As Billy scrolled through some of the mods, “Sonic screwdriver, nah. Waffle gun? That would be more fun if Sally was with us…”
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 12
     Nobody said anything as they went deeper into the forest. That gut feeling BethanyFrye had earlier was still nagging at her. She thought Jordan would be more talkative than this, especially saying he’s had nobody to talk to for months. He could’ve trained himself to keep quiet for his own sake so Jimmy wouldn’t hurt him. If that was all, she’d be fine. Another thing that bothered her was the difference between the Jordan that ran out of the forest and the one that marched back in. That change in confidence didn’t feel right to her, neither did the way he carried himself. For being with Jimmy for as long as he was, you’d think he’d at least be a little shaken to come back here, even if it was to do the right thing. Yet, he walked without a single fear in the world. She guessed that’s just who Jordan was. Someone who could be up and chipper, even after they’ve gone through hell. That is the Jordan she knew.
 
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 11
    “Out of all the things we could’ve faced,” Johnny Ghost complained, “and we get the one we can’t manipulate!” As soon as ImmortalKyodai, HomelessGoomba, Johnny Toast, and Johnny Ghost had got onto the main highway to Vermont, traffic hit them hard. The car had barely moved five miles in half an hour.
    “There was a reason why we’re not using the no clip and teleportation in our bracelets, sir,” The Brit told him, “Rules of ‘reality’ here are much riskier here and could cause-,”
    “Dangerous side effects. I remember!” Ghost snapped, “You don’t need to tell me a thousand times!”
    “Only when you whine about it a thousand times.”
    Ghost crossed his arms and grumbled, “I don’t whine. I ‘express my concerns’,” The paranormal investigators were awkwardly crammed into the backseats,
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 10
Bethany had sunk back into the living room couch, going through what happened again.
       “Do you have them yet?” Isaac asked.
       “You must be patient, HomelessGoomba,” Toast said, “These things can take a whi-,” her eyes widened, “Son of Venturiantale, I got it!”
       “What?” Johnny cried, “It can take hours to locate something like this. That took no more than fifteen minutes! How?”
       “I-it has to be a faster connection,” Toast stuttered, “For some reason, the Zero world has a better internet connection than us.” As she looked further into the coordinates, her brow furrowed, “Huh.”
       “What is it?” Cierra asked.
       Toast tilted her head, “I- I think Casket is in North Vermont.” She zoomed in on the hologram,
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 9
      In a local 7-11, a cashier was bored out of his mind. He played with the cash machine buttons and observed the empty store. “Who in the hell,” he thought, “Is up at eleven at night to come eat a freaking hot dog?” Of course there was the occasional drunkard or cheap bachelorette party but, for the most part, the graveyard shift is utterly boring.
     Unless you see a shotgun shell fire through the doors, shattering the glass and setting off the burglary alarm. The cashier jolted awake, nearly falling to the ground. When he cautiously stood up he saw a bald, chubby man with a small 12 year old kid. A hostage? Didn’t look like it. When the man made eye contact with him, his heart sank. The middle aged man stomped towards the twenty-three year old, with the kid not far behind. The bald man aimed the shotgun at the cashier, “You can have the money,” the cashier carefully told him, as he was taught
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 8
    This portal was the strangest rift P.I.E had ever gone through. Johnny Ghost came out of the portal, twirling and disoriented. Luckily, Ghost had an iron stomach. He had to get one after what Casket had put him through. As soon as he got his grip, Johnny Toast fell out of the portal and on top of him, causing each of them to plant onto the ground. Ghost brushed off the dirt and looked at his partner. He let out a little whelp. What he saw nearly made him jump out of his skin. While Toast was slightly alarmed by this sight of his boss, he was more concerned by Ghost’s reaction to him. “What, sir?” Johnny Ghost couldn’t say a word. He simply pointed. When Toast looked down, he was even more terrified than his boss. Or, should I say, she was even more terrified than her boss? He had the same apparel in Gmod, as did Ghost, but, the anatomy was all wrong. Toast had … girl stuff. He was female.
    When Ghost got over the shock, he
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 7
They couldn't believe it. After four months, Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast found a way to get past the fourth wall while maintaining their Gmod abilities. Without them, they both knew they’d be screwed. In front of them were six bracelets. Each of them looked like rounded, green computer chips. When on the wearer’s wrist, they hold all the effects and traits of the dimension they were in when applied. It also gave the wearer power to create a dimensional rift to travel wherever they wished; in this case, the zero world. “Are you sure we needed to make some for the Acachallas?” Ghost questioned, looking over the bracelets on the table.
    “Yes,” Toast nodded, “We need all the help we can get.”
    “I understand that but, of all people, over Vahl, and Cywren, and Asylum, you want to bring the Acachalla family?”
    “Too hard to contact them. Besides, you know just as well as I do they&
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 6
It was cold. The air was tense. The dead body of a young woman was found in a dark alleyway. She was stabbed to death. The police had almost cleared the area and were ready to retrieve the body for an autopsy. It was risky business because the body had been stabbed so many times, the head and limbs were fragile. As the rookie officer and forensic specialist prepared the body, someone was waiting above them on a darkened window sill. His jeans and blue hoodie were soaked in blood, making reddish purple splotches on the cheap blue hoodie, with a red triangle and a yellow V over it. His knife was covered with crimson, much like his eyes. He had blood red eyes with only tiny black specs for pupils. He also had dark brown hair, somewhat concealing the monster behind them. The murderer released a maniacal laugh, scaring each of them. He jumps down from the sill with an usual mixture of bluntness and grace, his knife clearly shining in the moonlight. “Hello!” The madman greets wit
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Literature
We Think We're Immortal
We think life is forever;
It'll always be there;
Nothing's going to change.
There's nothing after us;
We're the beginning and have no the end.
Things will always be the same.
We won't get older;
We won't have the chance to grow up;
We won't die.
Nothing is further from the truth.
One day, we'll all become adults;
One day, we'll mature, one way or another;
One day, we’ll face beautiful things;
One day, we’ll face ugly things;
One day, we’ll live what we never thought we would.
Once we've lived long enough we'll have that experience enough to know it well.
Then, it'll stop;
Experiences, breathing;
Everything.
It could be today;
It could be 50 years from now;
But, one day, our books will have to close;
And others will open.
We’ll barely know what hit us;
It'll just come.
But that's okay.
Life is not supposed to be immortal.
Mortality teaches us to act instead of wait;
We won't have forever to do something.
It teaches us to consider our choices and the consequences
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Literature
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 5
    Jordan felt like a little kid walking into the principal’s office as he walked into that interrogation room. He sat down and the door was slammed behind him. Jordan got up to check if it was locked. It was so. Thus, he sat back down. At least he wasn't handcuffed. Venturian had no idea what he'd say once someone came in. Something told him if he talked about Casket and how he made him attack Bethany, that would not end well. Jordan had to make sure Jimmy Casket was under his thumb and not the over way around. “Great job,” He thought to himself, “You let Jimmy take control and now, you're in an interrogation room with no idea what's going on.”
    Jimmy Casket decided to butt into Venturian’s thoughts. “Don't you worry your hosty little head about a thing. I can get us out of here and off the grid faster than you can say your name.”
    Although he was startled by the madman’
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Artemis Taylor
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I am a weird kid who loves to write and I want to show it to the world.

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I wouldn't desire to be different if happiness was normal.

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Acting/Performing Arts
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Anthony Lockhart laid on his bed, letting his mind race. He hadn't been able to think like this since he and his little rebellion escaped from Sullivan’s underground tunnels. He honestly didn’t expect it to be that easy. To rebel and break away. Apparently, all it took was a voice. A loud and obnoxious voice. Like Anthony’s. It wasn’t much yet but, the only place to go from there was up.

Truthfully, he didn’t know how he was still alive. One of the more ‘aggressive’ officers was after his head in particular. Quite literally. Your head is going to look great on my mantle. He shuddered at the thought.

That ‘officer’ probably was nothing more than an over-privileged prince who had only heard of him in slanderous propaganda, making Anthony look like a fool. ‘King of the Pandas’, the press decided to call him, slur for militants who retired early because they didn’t want to participate in the public tortures and killings. There is no difference between mercy and cowardice to a Sullivan. That kid was no different.

Anthony knew the battle wasn’t over yet. It’d be months before Sullivan would leave them alone. Defenses had to be high to protect this stone and wooden village from their grasp. Hopefully, they’d survive long enough to make a name for themselves as the Lockhart Empire. And not succumb to what the Sullivan had for an excuse of entertainment. He knew there had to be a better way.    

By now, Anthony was pacing around his room. He felt head tighten as his mind sat in the memories of his past. It was too dark. Too red. In his pain, an all too familiar voice echoed through his mind. Distract yourself. It commanded. You can’t protect the people if you think too much. For years, he had followed his lieutenant’s commands without question. In a twisted way, the lieutenant was like the father Anthony never had. Yet he never knew his name. Names were an unnecessary attachment to a soldier. Titles were the only ‘names’ a soldier needed. Anthony couldn’t even remember his own name before the rebellion. They had taken everything away from him. His father, his mother. His childhood. Even now, he was trying to take away his soul. Anthony wasn’t going to let that happen, if it was the last thing he did.  

As he was about to slam his fist onto the stone desk, a tall mirror in the corner of the room caught his attention. Anthony walked towards it. The face of his lieutenant stared back at him. That grim expression, that judgmental stare, those blackened eyes. There he was. In Anthony’s robes. Taking over his spirit. His hand shook for a whole new reason. Anthony tightened his fists, pulling his eyes away from the reflection. No! He didn’t leave his monstrous home of 36 years to become this man. The Lockhart Empire was going to be something different, even if the blood of a Sullivan sergeant was forever in his blood.

Anthony shut his eyes, fighting every Sullivan bone in his body. He wasn’t going to let them win like this. In fact, he wasn’t going to let them win at all. They didn’t deserve to. He returned to the mirror. The lieutenant was gone. For now.

He knew change was coming. For better or for worse, he didn’t know. Anthony didn’t know how to pray, but, in this moment, he found himself muttering for help to a god he didn’t believe in.

I don’t know if you can hear me, if I even matter enough to be heard, but I am weak. Please listen to this soldier’s pathetic prayer. I want- No. I need to protect these people. They’re depending on a bastard of a man. As my folded hands shake, I don’t ask for immortality. All I request is for the mercy and safety of the men and women who decided to trust a broken man. My needs should be the last of their concerns-        

Anthony jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the door, “Come in, Oslac.” He called, pulling a hood over his head.

A young, redheaded man came through the door, closing it behind him, “Just checking up on you. No sign of Galloway.”

“Surprise, surprise,” Anthony mumbled to himself, making sure the hood was securely on his head,

“It’s fine.” He said, “It may have been a bit hectic last night, but he couldn’t have gone too far.”

“I don’t know,” Oslac shrugged, “I never liked that Levi guy to begin with.”

Anthony turned around, “What do you mean?”

“It’s just,” he paused to find the right words, “he’s just so young and doesn’t seem like the ‘responsible’ type.”

Anthony laughed, easing up a bit. That’s all? “Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on him? He is practically your age.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re both eighteen, I know.” he groaned, “I’m just afraid he won’t be able to do his job if he comes back. You remember how much he drinks. He’s already turning into an alcoholic.”

Anthony’s brow furrowed. Oslac wasn’t going to let this go, “That is no way to treat a fellow advisor. He’s still young.”

“So am I!” Oslac cried, “But you don’t see me drinking at every bar in the city! He didn’t even show up for his own advisors coronation and you’re treating it like it’s no big deal.”

Anthony crossed his arms, his eyes returning to the mirror, “I have bigger things to worry about.”

“Like what?” Oslac snapped.

“Like things that are none of your business.” Anthony scolded, “Oslac, it’s not that I don’t trust you. You fought beside me. Bravely. You trusted me to get us out of those tunnels alive and you have my respect for that. But Levi has the same respect. Hell, his swordsmanship is better than mine! I can’t be lecturing you kids about social decency. I get we have a lot to establish but, there’s more important things I need to attend to right now. If you want to talk to me like the adult I know you can be, I’ll be outside.”

As Anthony begins to push him aside, Oslac tugs at Anthony’s robe, keeping him back. Anthony’s brown eyes locked with Oslac’s green. The two were evenly matched, and they each knew that. Tension broke when Oslac shoved Anthony into the main hall of the castle, throwing Anthony off guard. He didn’t realize how violent his advisor could be.    

As Oslac attacked, Anthony dodged, not wanting to hurt his advisor. Just because he was trying to hurt him, it gave Anthony no right to hit back. Something he taught himself after becoming a ‘panda’ himself, six months before. Guess there is still a lot of Sullivan in them. Especially the younger runaways. Old habits die hard. At least these kids have a chance to actually live before they spill too much blood.  

With Oslac’s youth, vigor, and focus giving him the advantage, he gets around Anthony and pins him to the ground. The older man thrashed to get his advisor off of him but, in the struggle, his hood flew off.

Oslac’s heart skipped a beat. Anthony felt a similar dread. His hair was stained red. A bright crimson starting at the roots, going halfway down his hair. The color was still spreading. Anthony probably had until the end of the day before his hair was completely red.

Oslac pushed himself off Anthony, at a loss for words, “Your- your hair!”

“Yes, I know.” He divulged, making sure no one was around to see them.

“This is amazing! Do you have any idea what this means?”

“Yes,” Anthony groaned, pulling the hood back over his head, “I’ve read fairy tales. Follow me.” He dragged his advisor back into his quarters. When he closed the door and made sure nobody was listening, he turned back to Oslac, “But I also know my history. Do you have any idea how many people have died because of this?” Anthony pulled his hood back down.

“Well, don’t all kings pass away soon after they lose their hair color?”

“I’m not talking about that. Everybody has their time. I’m talking about the kings, and queens, who get ‘taken care of’ before their time because some bigger guy, like Knox, is afraid they’ll become a threat.”            

The acknowledgment of King Knox surprised Oslac, “You don't like the Knox Empire?”

“No. Their empire is fine. They could be a good ally in the future once we get some ground. It's Ryan, their leader. Something always seems off about that guy when I see him. Like he’s trying too hard to be impressive. I’m surprised he was able to hold up his kingdom for as long as he had. How long has he been in rule? Seven years?”

“Let’s see,” Oslac calculated, “He’s thirty now and he was coroneted at twenty? Yeah, twenty. So, ten years, actually.”

Anthony chuckled, “Geez, I’m old. One of the world’s strongest empires has a king six years younger than me!”

“Happens to the best of us,” Oslac smiled, “I should get home. Corey’s waiting for me.”

“Oh yeah! Congratulations to your wedding! I heard it was wonderful last night! Seems like you and your husband threw more of a party than a wedding.” Anthony laughed.

“Oh, what can I say? He’s the type of guy who knows how to have a good time. Maybe a little too much fun but, you can’t not love him.”

“Now go on home! I’ve held you up long enough.”

“Thank you, Tony!” His advisor smiled.

Just as Oslac was about to dash out the door, “Wait!” Anthony called.

His hand stopped at the doorknob, “What is it?”

“Please,” he took a deep breath, “Please don’t tell anyone else about this.” he said, pointing to his own hair.

“Of course,” he grinned, “Your majesty!”

“Oslac, I’m serious. This cannot come out before I’m ready for it to.”

“You have my word, Anthony.”

“Thank you. Now go spend time with your new husband. Our first meeting is next week, with or without Levi. Dismissed!”

His advisor nodded before heading out the door. Anthony let out a quiet chuckle. Love can really change people. He should know. Anthony was no better when he was young. Speaking of their youth, he did have his concerns about equipping such inexperienced people to be his advisors. However, their energy and openness will give them the ability to adapt to new ideas and situations. Hopefully, that’ll pay off in the long run.

Anthony began to think about his kingdom’s future. How was he going to feed his people, let alone give them the entertainment they need? He may have returned the loyalists back to the Sullivan Empire, against Levi’s recommendation. He doubted anyone would help with trade anytime soon. At least not until Sullivan backed off. Not to his surprise, it was, after all, an ‘every man for himself’ ordeal.

In the meantime, it was a good time to develop the foundation of their government. So far, he had three different advisors, Oslac Bellows, the legislative advisor, Levi Galloway, the- to be- military advisor, and Patricia Piper, the entertainment advisor. Sweet girl. Anthony knew there would be more branches to come in the next few months. He may have been a loud voice but, he was no scholar. These people were going to save the Lockhart from disaster in the long run.

Anthony turned back to the mirror. The change is startling, especially when you’re used being so ordinary. So replaceable. He was going to be a king. A true king. There was much mystery about why a ruler’s hair colored the way it did but, none of it could be proven. Nobody can prove there is a god in the sky dictating all of this. And why red, of all colors? Divine power or not, it was definitely cruel irony. He was probably going to follow tradition anyways. When most rulers come out, they use their color for their empire, if they survive.  
Sins of Kings and Men Part 2 (An Original Story)
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7. I try to be cute and socially awkward at the same time.

8. I like to smile.

9. I fangirl over Doctor Who, Jack/Antisepticeye, M/Darkiplier, Sherlock, and cute ships (aka stupid things).

10. I believe in the parent-child curse (a child becomes their parents when they’re older).

11. I draw on myself to vent creativity (might make a little business out of it in college).

12. I have a serious fear of conformity and settling for something less than what I want.

13. I want to be a big author plus a criminal psychologist so I don’t go broke just in case (I find crazies fascinating).

 

Answered Questions:

1. Do you like Hamilton? Haven’t seen it. So, I can’t say.

2. If so, what's your favorite song and character? Why? If not, why? All of the good songs (I can’t pick. Too many good ones.). Steven Hyde from That 70s Show (Pretty cute badass I’d want to hang out with if he was real).

3. Have you ever eaten a stale Dorito? Not a stale Dorito in particular but, I do know the displeasure of eating a stale chip.

4. How many pets do you have, if any? What are their names? I have two. A pug named Daisy and a cat named Fiona.  

5. Do you roleplay? Not usually but, I’m not like ‘No way in hell’ about it. Pretty open minded person.

6. How many OCs do you have? What are their names? If you don't have any, why not? Are you planning on making any in the future? Why? I’m creating some OCs for an OS (original story. Not sure if that counts). Levi Galloway, Anthony Lockhart, and Ryan Knox. Levi is the equivalent of Jacksepticeye, Anthony is the equivalent of Markiplier, and Ryan is the equivalent of Pewdiepie.

7. Do you talk to your internet friends more or your friends in real nice? I talk to my friends in real nice more. I don’t connect too much online because I waste all my time on YouTube. :P

8. What video games do you like? If you don't like video games, why? Addicted to YouTube. No time for games. :P In all seriousness, I like fighting games, even though I suck at them.

9. Do you like singing? If not, why? Singing is nice. I usually only do it for musical theatre. It’s really competitive at my school.

10. Are you interested in theatre? If so, why? If not, why? Does the fact I’m going to take Drama class for four years of high school tell you anything?

11. Have you ever posted something on the internet that you regret? Not yet but, I’m pretty sure that’s how I’m going to feel about my work in a few years from now.

12. Do you like drawing? If so, why? If not, why? I cannot draw if my life depended on it. I like drawing weird patterns on forearm, however.

13. Do you like writing? If so, why? If not, why? Have you even seen my page?

 

My Questions:

1. Favorite TV show?

2.Greatest fear?

3.Mark or Jack?

4. What is something your parents ‘just don’t get’?

5. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done?

6. OTP?

7. Why did you join DeviantArt?

8.  9+10= ?

9. If you could rename yourself, what would you name be (first and last).

10. What is something you feel you’d die without?

11. Have you ever fallen in love?

12. Guilty pleasure?

13. Have you ever traveled outside your country?


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     Men laughing, drinking, hugging one another in a local pub, shouting “Freedom from Sullivan!” and “Long live, King Anthony!” One of the men stood on a table in a cheap cloth as a robe, mocking the king. Others were taking gambles they knew they'd regret. It was a night of freedom few would remember. If only they knew what was to become of them in the next months…

     Levi Galloway was dragged into the colosseum, fighting their grip with everything he had. He shoved, he spat, but, in the eyes of the Knox guards pulling him along, this blonde-haired, blue eyed Lockhart was nothing more than a nuisance. Even though his height rivaled that of their leader’s, he was nothing but a peasant; a weakling. If Levi had half the strength of their king, he could’ve shaken off their grasp with ease.
     “What do you think you’re doing?” the Lockhart spat, “I didn't do anything wrong! I didn’t steal anything, I didn’t hurt anyone! I abided by your laws. Sure, I’m only eighteen but, that’s the drinking age here. Unlike my home-,”
     “Oh, for the love of God, shut up!” One of the guards demanded, silencing him immediately, “You’re not here for a crime.”
     Not here for a crime? He was aware of public punishments, and executions, in the Knox Empire but, his family had kept him shielded from that sort of entertainment as a child. He wasn’t really allowed to watch other genres of his empire, not that he wanted to. More often than not, Levi would look to the Battlefield Entertainers, especially King Ryan, Master Entertainer of the Battlefield. For a majority of the time, these battles are simulations to entertain their people, the sole purpose of an empire, other than to grow and strive.
     He didn’t really care about any other world. That is, until his family was taken away from him. ‘Treason’, apparently. He only managed to survive by running from his Mansfield home to the Sullivan Empire, where he’d join the Lockhart rebellion in its pursuit of fighting against violence in the name of entertainment.    
     By the time Levi snapped out of his thoughts, he was at the center of it all. He finally noticed how many people were around him. There were thousands in the stands. What had he done to attract so many people? “If I didn’t do anything wrong, what am I doing here?” He muttered to himself.
     “I thought I told you to shut it!” The guard snapped.
“I don’t like taking orders from other Empires.” He snarled at Levi. The Lockhart prepared himself for a strike on the cheek, for he knew that Knox guards don't like to be talked back to. Levi Galloway was never one to blindly obey.
     As the guard readied to strike this pathetic Lockhart across the face with his metal glove, a larger guard grabbed him by the wrist, “Now, come on, that is no way to treat a guest.” This man made it sound more like a threat than a warning.  
     The guard stepped away, “Sorry, captain.” The guard apologized, staring at his feet.  
     “You are forgiven,” he nodded, “Return to the stands, all of you.” he told the other guards by Levi. All three of them saluted their captain and left.
     This was a captain, alright. Not only did he have the fancy blue and white banners of a Knox captain but, unlike many ‘officers’ in the day, he had the composure and confidence of one. If Levi didn’t know any better, from his Goliath size and broadsword of iron and gold, this had to be King Ryan’s right-hand man, and older brother, General Xavier Knox. He sat only one step below the Queen, Talihah, an exotic beauty from the Sultan Empire, infamous for its intelligence, rather than its strength, unlike many of its bordering allies. It’s always handy to have foreign allies, King Ryan’s father, Alexander, always advised. God rest his soul.
     Even if Levi was gutsier than many people of his time, he knew who to fear and respect. That included the General of Knox’s army, “Th- thank you, General.” Levi stuttered.
The general shot a harsh, owl-like glance at the Lockhart. He clearly wasn't a friend either, “However,you’re in no position to be questioning us. You took the risk. On your knees.” Xavier commanded.
     Finally! He was getting somewhere! With this new information, Levi pushed for more, “Risk? What risk?”
     Xavier grabbed his arm, “I told you to stop asking questions.” He growled through his teeth, “You know why you’re here. On. Your. Knees.”
Levi tugged at the general’s bone-crushing grasp, to no avail, “So you can do what? Cut my head off? For doing nothing?”
     Xavier had enough of this commoner’s questions. He had no right to ask anything. Out of only impatience, the general kneed Levi in the gut. The crowd gasped as the Lockhart fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen. As Levi gasped for air, the general stood over him and tugged at his ragged shirt, making Levi look him in the eye, his calculating, ice blue eyes. Levi could tell Xavier was determining whether or not to kill him. His bloodthirst was infamous, “Do you have any common courtesy?” he spat, “You’re supposed to kneel in the presence of a King.”
     The only thing that broke the tension was a mighty voice from the other side of the stadium, “Now, now, my wise but feisty brother, you said it yourself! That is no way to treat a guest. Why don’t you return to the stands, with your troops?” Xavier let out a grunt before obeying his younger brother’s command, dropping Levi to the ground.    
     Levi tried to push himself up. When he got his grounding, Levi couldn’t believe his eyes. King Ryan Knox. Even though he looked as young as Levi, he knew he was at least a decade older than him. Even with his in mind, Ryan appeared even more powerful and majestic in person than he did on the screens Levi watched as a child.
     As he marched across the colosseum, the cane in his hand depended more on him than the other way around. His blue cape flew behind him, showing an armored man in beautiful gems and furs, most likely from the Sultan Empire as reward of courting the most stubborn of the Sultan’s princesses. His crown was made of the same iron and jewels as his boots and chest plate. Iron was such an odd yet humble metal for a crown.
     Below his crown, his hair was light blue, streaked with white. To be given colored hair during their rule is a true honor. It means they are meant to lead their people until your hair returns to its original color. Many leaders die soon after their hair loses the abnormality, whether it's by their own hand or of a divine power, nobody can say. Some claim he was born with the token of rule, even though it’s had never happened in recorded history.
Ryan approached with a welcoming smile, “Levi Galloway! Get up,” he welcomed.
     The Lockhart obeyed, taken away by this man, “Y- you know my name?”  
     “Of course I do! I know the name of each person who comes to sign up.”
Levi raised his eyebrow, “Sign up? Sign up to what?”
     The king laughed, holding nothing back, “So you were as drunk as they claim. You intrigued me, Galloway. When I saw you in that pub for myself, I knew this duel would be fun for us all!” He turned to the audience, arms out, and got a tidal wave of applause.
Levi was taken back, “I- I’m sorry? Duel?”
     “Uh-huh.” Ryan pulled out a piece of paper and rolled it open for Levi to read. The paper was titled, ‘Who Dares Face the King of Knox?’ and, low and behold, there was Levi’s name, homeland, and swordsmanship. He wasn’t the most experienced but, he knew how to hold his ground in a fight, “You have rather fair handwriting for a drunkard!” The king grinned, analyzing the paper.
     “I am nothing of the sort!” Levi protested.
     “Even if you’re not the regular drinker, do you seem to have a love for liquor.” Ryan teased, as if his words weren’t as insulting as he made them out to be, “Besides, I always have my men near local pubs, where I put these applications. There have been some interesting duels from those morons. You remember, of course.” Laughter erupted from the crowd, sending chills down Levi’s spine. These people are completely morbid! “So,” King Ryan said, tossing his cane aside to pull out a sword from his sheath, “shall we begin?”    
Sins of Men and Kings Part 1 (An Original Story)
So a new tale begins! I really want to stress that this is story completely made up from my imagination. You don't need to know anything about any other fandom. I'm trying to be as original as I can possibly be. 
Please let me know what you think of this story! I'm always on the hunt for critiques. Please ask questions if you have any! I want you guys to know I want to connect with all of you and learn in the process. Thank you so much!
-Castilight
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Veins and Birds (Part 2)
Θα αγωνιστώ για να κρατήσω το όνομά μου ζωντανό. Δεν θα κρύβω πλέον πίσω από τους καλλιτέχνες.
I will be heard!
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Got to close to someone! But thank you Kaixio

Rules:

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13 things about myself:

1. I waste too much time on YouTube.

2. I’m a promising academic student who is going to ruin it because she loves writing too much.  

3. I’m weird af and I love it. :P

4. I love too many things to choose just one thing.

5. So much goes on inside my brain, I talk too fast and trip over my tongue.

6. I have no idea what I’m doing half the time.

7. I try to be cute and socially awkward at the same time.

8. I like to smile.

9. I fangirl over Doctor Who, Jack/Antisepticeye, M/Darkiplier, Sherlock, and cute ships (aka stupid things).

10. I believe in the parent-child curse (a child becomes their parents when they’re older).

11. I draw on myself to vent creativity (might make a little business out of it in college).

12. I have a serious fear of conformity and settling for something less than what I want.

13. I want to be a big author plus a criminal psychologist so I don’t go broke just in case (I find crazies fascinating).

 

Answered Questions:

1. Do you like Hamilton? Haven’t seen it. So, I can’t say.

2. If so, what's your favorite song and character? Why? If not, why? All of the good songs (I can’t pick. Too many good ones.). Steven Hyde from That 70s Show (Pretty cute badass I’d want to hang out with if he was real).

3. Have you ever eaten a stale Dorito? Not a stale Dorito in particular but, I do know the displeasure of eating a stale chip.

4. How many pets do you have, if any? What are their names? I have two. A pug named Daisy and a cat named Fiona.  

5. Do you roleplay? Not usually but, I’m not like ‘No way in hell’ about it. Pretty open minded person.

6. How many OCs do you have? What are their names? If you don't have any, why not? Are you planning on making any in the future? Why? I’m creating some OCs for an OS (original story. Not sure if that counts). Levi Galloway, Anthony Lockhart, and Ryan Knox. Levi is the equivalent of Jacksepticeye, Anthony is the equivalent of Markiplier, and Ryan is the equivalent of Pewdiepie.

7. Do you talk to your internet friends more or your friends in real nice? I talk to my friends in real nice more. I don’t connect too much online because I waste all my time on YouTube. :P

8. What video games do you like? If you don't like video games, why? Addicted to YouTube. No time for games. :P In all seriousness, I like fighting games, even though I suck at them.

9. Do you like singing? If not, why? Singing is nice. I usually only do it for musical theatre. It’s really competitive at my school.

10. Are you interested in theatre? If so, why? If not, why? Does the fact I’m going to take Drama class for four years of high school tell you anything?

11. Have you ever posted something on the internet that you regret? Not yet but, I’m pretty sure that’s how I’m going to feel about my work in a few years from now.

12. Do you like drawing? If so, why? If not, why? I cannot draw if my life depended on it. I like drawing weird patterns on forearm, however.

13. Do you like writing? If so, why? If not, why? Have you even seen my page?

 

My Questions:

1. Favorite TV show?

2.Greatest fear?

3.Mark or Jack?

4. What is something your parents ‘just don’t get’?

5. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done?

6. OTP?

7. Why did you join DeviantArt?

8.  9+10= ?

9. If you could rename yourself, what would you name be (first and last).

10. What is something you feel you’d die without?

11. Have you ever fallen in love?

12. Guilty pleasure?

13. Have you ever traveled outside your country?


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thanks for the favorites! 
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Thanks for the fave! And welcome to DeviantArt!! :D
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Thanks for the fave! And of course welcome to DeviantArt, your writing is amazing and I so look forward to the next part of your story, it always keeps me on the edge of my seat!
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